WRITING CONTEST entry by Waffles1130

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-The Boy- My Mother had told me she shrieked when she saw my tattoo for the first time, a tall boy's shadow. When you're born you get a tattoo on your back that hints at your death. I always assumed mine ment I would be killed by a boy. My mother told me to stay away and avoid every single boy in the kingdom, But it was impossible. I climbed out my wooden window quietly, and headed for the old treehouse in the field. I climbed the creaky ladder and entered the small treehouse strung with bright yellow lights and Charlie leaning on the wall in the corner waiting for me. “Hello Princess.” He winked. “Your flirting is ridiculous.” “Yours isn’t any better you know.” He smirked, holding out his hand for me. “The stars are wonderful tonight.” He whispered. We always danced under the stars when they were shimmering bright, since the treehouse roof had been nonexistent. I took his hand and he pulled me close to him immediately. “Have you told your Mother yet?” He asked casually, as I leaned my head on his shoulder, dancing around the treehouse. “No, she has to expect it, right? I mean she can’t expect me to be single and lonely forever?” “She can’t expect that from you, that would be extremely unfair.” He spoke calmly and it was impressively soothing. “I just… Love you, and I can’t help it. She got married so she has to understand.” I sighed as we kept dancing slowly around the treehouse. “I love you too.” He whispered. After a couple more dances around the tree house we came to a stop and huddled in the corner. He curled my hair around his finger as I lay in his lap. “I hope we can be together.” He mumbled, kissing my forehead. “Don’t worry, my mother won’t keep us apart.” I smiled, feeling safe in his arms. “Have you ever worried about your tattoo?” He asked, suddenly. I hesitated. “Um, no not really…” I replied slowly. “I think it would be wise to keep in mind that it will happen.” He was concerning me. “Why does it matter? I know it’s gonna happen, maybe even soon, but why live in fear for the longest time instead of using the time I have?” I said proudly, brushing off his odd comment. “You're right about one thing.” He added, his voice no longer soothing. “What do you mean?” I asked, frustrated. “It will happen soon.” He spoke quietly, in an odd voice I hadn’t heard from him. “What are you saying? This isn’t funny.” I asked, a prickle of fear sparked in my stomach. He didn’t respond, so I leaped up suddenly, realizing what he might be trying to say. There was silence, where he just looked up at me and stared into my eyes. “I’m just saying Princess, you are the next person to take the crown, your sister could become jealous.” He held onto me again leaning me against the wall, this time more aggressively. “Are you saying people are out to kill me?” I whispered, as he grabbed my chin and kissed my forehead again. “If I were you I wouldn’t trust a single man out there.” He mumbled. “Well I trust you…” My words were muffled as he kissed my lips once again. I felt him bite my lip as warm blood filled my mouth. He was so close I could feel his chest on mine and his heavy breaths making his chest rise up and down. I tried to pull away but he held tight to me. “You never answered my question,” I finally managed to make him part from my lips. “Do you really think someone is out to get me..?” As I asked the question I slowly started to understand. Someone was out to kill me. Him. “Charlie..? Is it you?” I tried to pull away again “Please Charlie, just let me go.” My heart started racing. “My dear Princess Evangeline, I would never hurt you.” He sounded sarcastic almost like he thought it was a joke. “Charlie. Get. The. H-ll. Off. Me.” I spoke through gritted teeth now. “Why, I thought you loved me?” He was still being sarcastic and it was scaring the sh-t out of me. “I love you…” He traced his finger around my face, and down to my collarbone. Then I didn’t see this next part coming. He pulled a dagger from his pocket and brought it up to my neck. “But do you love me?” His sarcastic tone was killing me. “Charlie.” I choked on his name, it came out like I was speaking to a stranger. I held back tears and felt so foolish. My mom was right. “So you're going to kill me?” I asked sadly. “I mean, I am the one tattooed on your back.” He traced the dagger around my face, a shiver went down my spine. “Just know that I did love you.” I tried to smile. “Oh I know.” He lowered the dagger and sent it straight into my gut. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I screamed, as my body overflowed with pain. The last thing I saw was his little smirk, like the one he used after his ridiculous flirting and pick up lines, except it was contorted into something evil.